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He blinked once as Harborpaw seemed to approach him; he felt like nodding at her and just walking past, but that would be rude-- but ugh. Who cared if he was rude or not? He was a minor and quiet guy, there was no need for him to make friends or attract attention and whatnot. It was unnecessary, but apparently he was obligated to do so when he chose to live here.

But he was just introverted because he lived as a loner for the first six months of his life. That was a bucket of fun, wasn't it? "Hello-- I forgot your name, I'm sorry." He was so.. blunt, though he didn't mean to be. His facial expressions remained to be apathetic and blank, though he soon cocked a brow as he examined her. "Dock..paw, right?"

Well, he sure fucked that up. Woops. Well, now he felt awkward as hell-- almost as awkward as he was around Ranunculae, though thst was just a whole new level of social... awkwardness.

"Sorry." The serval replied with a frown, though he decided against pressing it. "I'm-- good. Bored. But I get bored easily, I guess. What about you?"

Oohh, hopefully this girl didn't like trouble-- she did not seem to be the type that would love danger, though you could never really tell at a first glace; perhaps she was punk rock. Hardcore punk rock. He didn't like those kinds of girls, they were loud and they liked getting him in trouble.. He would rather be a quiet good little boy, but it seemed as though others did not want that. Like.. Ranunculae. But eh, she was ok. She was really pretty too.

"Yeah." He meowed in acknowledgement, nodding his compact head slowly. "Well-- what do you want to do? I'm not very interesting.. Maybe we could, erm, jump the rocks near the beach?"

"Alright then, Dockpaw." He meowed, his mistake going unnoticed by even himself. He always thought of her to be Dockpaw, not Harborpaw; remembering her real name was going to take a..while, to say the least. Was it rude? Maybe, but it was not intentional or meant to be in a teasing way.

And so, the tall wildcat turned on his heels, going off to trot towards the rocks. He could see them from the distance of where he was, it was maybe a five minute walk-- but five minutes could be a lifetime, if it was quiet. And awkward.

After a time lapse, it seemed as if they'd reached their destination. The rocks climbed up high and the tides swirled threateningly, screaming into the sky and ready to claim anyone's life. It was rather dangerous, and perhaps it was a bad choice to bring her here-- but she did not deny.